The Curves Of Beauty Comments

Light spills over the full field of spent goldenrod and asters, flower heads glowing white as an old goat's beard.The roadside weeds have turned flowers into seeds, captured sunlight, each wispy seed a promise stored for a new bloom of goldenrod and aster blue.

A curve deserving a thousand tiny kisses for every nerve.This curve, this concave curve of skin – hotter than stomach, closer than knees.A shallow sunken finger-walkable road, This unnamed curve, this slight and manly gentle curve.A most intimatecurvecaressable curve, a shadow place for me to lie.This curve forgets all other angles. i love it, thanks for sharing

Dr Kar! Nice write, you shall conquer that dream one day! *10*! ! ! Thad